Again I step out my yard
Head swings round, clocks my landlord
Start chippin' up the road
'Cause I owe him three weeks' dough
The ship's sinking, telly's on the blink
And in the pub it's one beer to last all evening
Later on chips for feeding
When the quids are down
Try sneaking a bottle of brandy round bouncers into the Ministry of Sound
Scored, Moffat, back indoors with a profit
'Cause they do say having no money forces one to make the right choices on life each day
If you can't pay, you can't play
Success hides a multitude of sins
I ain't successful and my piggy-bank's still in the bin
Been there since I was a kid
Going round in circles, not being careful, but say
I get paid on Friday, can't wait to live life my way
'Cause on the streets I'm just a geezer
I gotta make ends meet, yeah?
Gotta do what I need to
Shit, we all got our runnins now
On the streets I'm just a geezer
Gotta make ends meet, yeah
Gotta do what I need to
Shit, we all got our runnins now
On the streets I'm just a geezer
Gotta make ends meet, yeah
Gotta do what I need to
Shit, we all got our runnins now
On the streets I'm just a geezer
Gotta make ends meet, yeah?
Gotta do what I need to
Shit, we all got our runnins now
Bruk pocket, I'm back in the boracic seat again
After spending sixty pound last week on beers with friends
Brought it all on myself see, granted
Now I'm scorin' draw for everyone to get my next spliff sorted
Hang round Mum's house to get smothered
Got no tins in the cupboard this week
Hold on to your seat 'cause it's all gone a bit Pete
Live for the moment said he (Wrong!)
Downing beers, out of my tree, now the moment's passed the cash is a distant memory
You know things are bleak when you're telling the birds you asked out last week
That things are busy
When really you've got no dough in the piggy
Two days after payday's clocked
And it's back at The Black Dog stuffing them socks into pool table pockets
'Cause on the streets I'm just a geezer
I gotta make ends meet, yeah?
Gotta do what I need to
Shit, we all got our runnins now
On the streets I'm just a geezer
Gotta make ends meet, yeah?
Gotta do what I need to
Shit, we all got our runnins now
On the streets I'm just a geezer
Gotta make ends meet, yeah
Gotta do what I need to
Shit, we all got our runnins now
On the streets I'm just a geezer
Gotta make ends meet, yeah?
Gotta do what I need to
Shit, we all got our runnins now
I'm skint, got no moolah
Need to get some colour in my cheeks says Mum
That'll be my English inner-city tan, um
Skinny like a woman, need to get some punan' through the door
Please Sir, can I have some more?
Oi, oi, lend me a tenner so I can go to the chip shop
24-hour garage, and then for a quick tot
This time opting for the reassuringly cheap option
When the quids are down
My Schott hoodie's my ballgown
My essential accessory's my bad day frown, 'cause
Life in the third-class carriage can be evil
When your only ticket to freedom's a permit to travel
Sir, Uncle Shiner? You best go get the spade and dig me a grave
'Cause I can't pay the rent but I got a hundred-and-nine pound pair of trainers on
'Cause on the streets I'm just a geezer
I gotta make ends meet, yeah?
Gotta do what I need to
Shit, we all got our runnins now
On the streets I'm just a geezer
Gotta make ends meet, yeah?
Gotta do what I need to
Shit, we all got our runnins now
On the streets I'm just a geezer
Gotta make ends meet, yeah
Gotta do what I need to
Shit, we all got our runnins now
On the streets I'm just a geezer
Gotta make ends meet, yeah?
Gotta do what I need to
Shit, we all got our runnins now
La la la
And then this geezer turned round to me and said
What are you doing, you twat?
And I was like
What the fuck is this? What are you saying, you div?
Oi, that's it
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